Martial arts of the heavens, I am unstoppable since I was born

Chapter 143: Ku Rong's Advice, Father and Son Meet

"Yu'er, don't be rude!"

Duan Siming saw what Duan Yu meant. It was obvious that he wanted to use the "Northern Divine Art" and "Nine Yin Scriptures" given to him by Zhang Kuang to increase his internal strength, and then use the huge internal strength to forcibly drive the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

Therefore, after scolding Duan Yu, he took out the martial arts manual that Zhang Kuang had given Duan Yu from his bosom, held it up with both hands and handed it to Zen Master Kurong, saying respectfully, "Master, please look, these are two internal skills that my nephew accidentally acquired, and they are very effective in increasing your internal strength.

However, Zhengming is not very talented and well-educated, and cannot discern the profound meaning of these two martial arts. Therefore, I present them to the Zen Master, asking him to take a look."

Zen Master Kurong's face darkened. Although Duan Zhengming modestly claimed to be incompetent and unlearned, as the Emperor of Dali, even if his skills weren't high, he should have been knowledgeable. A martial art that made him so unsure couldn't possibly be righteous...

"this!"

Zen Master Kurong only read the first three pages when he jumped up in shock. His skinny hands, which seemed to be covered with bones, kept shaking, and his ruddy face turned pale and bloodless.

Snapped!
He slammed the secret book shut, and without giving Duan Zhengming and the others a chance to speak, he threw it back into their arms. After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath to calm himself, his eyes were filled with respect. "This martial art is not the magic you think it is, but a first-class Taoist classic! Take 'water' for its softness,
When you are weak, you are like a low-lying land. Water flows to the lower places, and the power of the strong will flow down and naturally flow into your body.

When you are strong, it is like all rivers flowing into the sea. The water from rivers, lakes and other places all flow into the sea. The strength of the weak will flow along the way and naturally become your help.

If it did not contain the Taoist concept of "existence and non-existence", and if one did not need to put oneself in a state of "non-existence" before practicing, discarding all that one has learned in the past, I am afraid that I would not be able to resist the temptation of evil and would try to seize this skill to practice.

Amitabha, this world is truly full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and heroes are as numerous as crucian carp crossing the river. No one dares to underestimate them."

"How could there be such a magical skill in the world?" Duan Zhengming had also seen the Beiming Divine Art, but he just thought that it absorbed people's skills and was obtained from Zhang Kuang, so it must be an evil skill disguised as a righteous skill. Unexpectedly, it was a real righteous skill.

Without hesitation, Duan Zhengming thrust the martial arts into Duan Yu's hands, "Since the Zen Master has said so, Yu'er, you must practice well."

Duan Yu nodded heavily, then looked at Zen Master Kurong with hope, "Master, may I ask about the Six Meridians Divine Sword..."

Zen Master Kurong sighed, "Foolish child! You are already filled with anger, delusion, and greed. Your heart, which is devoted to the Buddha's light, is filled with filth. How can you practice well?"

Duan Yu's face was filled with resentment. "Duan Yu's parents have suffered misfortune, how can he remain calm?"

"That's why you need to be more cautious. Anger will make you lose your mind, affect your judgment, and make you rush for success, leading you to fall into evil."

While Zen Master Kurong was persuading, he took out a treasure map, on which was the practice method of Six Meridians Divine Sword.

His face was calm, and although he was still pale, the previously turbulent waves in his heart had now returned to calm. When Duan Yu reached out his hand, he grasped his arm and said solemnly:
“There are eight kinds of suffering in human beings: birth, old age, sickness and death, the four constants of human nature, from which one cannot escape; separation from loved ones, reunion with enemies, and failure to obtain what one desires, and ignorance of the aggregates, the four calamities of the mind, from which one cannot indulge.

"You harbor hatred in your heart, so you'll inevitably strive for speed in your practice, and you'll be impatient for success. If you start absorbing other people's power and experience the feeling of gaining something for nothing, even if this Beiming Divine Art is a righteous technique, I'm afraid you'll still fall into the devil's way like Duan Yanqing, using any means necessary to gain power."

"I can't." Duan Yu said solemnly.

"No, you can." Zen Master Kurong loosened his grip and handed the Six Meridians Divine Sword to Duan Yu. "If you don't practice, you don't know how hard it is to practice martial arts. If you practice, you will know that this is a long-term, accumulating sand into a tower.

But you harbor resentment, and your impatience for success naturally robs you of patience. To take shortcuts, you'll inevitably find excuses, using the pretext of 'punishing evil and promoting good' to convince yourself and others to find treacherous and evildoers skilled in martial arts and steal their power."

Duan Yu said indignantly, "Master, do you look down on me like this?" "It's only human nature," Master Kurong's eyes lit up with a Zen spirit. He patted him on the shoulder and said, "I have served the Buddha my whole life and have only managed to cultivate a few points of internal strength. If one day you grow tired of this and want to achieve success quickly, come to me and take my true energy."

"Zen Master! Yu'er has a pure nature, how could he go down such an evil path?" Duan Zhengming's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly spoke up for Duan Yu.

Zen Master Kurong waved him away, saying, "The hatred deep within his heart is endless, and the evil within him is hard to eradicate. Rather than letting him bring disaster to the martial arts world and ruin the Duan family's reputation like Duan Yanqing, it's better for me to help him. Out of sight, out of mind."

"Amitabha."

Duan Zhengming and Duan Yu were "driven" out of Tianlong Temple with the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

The two returned to the palace in silence.

"Uncle, don't worry. Duan Yu will never use the North Sea Divine Art to do evil things like stealing other people's power." Duan Yu's promise was a little unfounded.

After all, what Zen Master Kurong said was terrifying, and he was a man without confidence, so he was naturally greatly affected.

Duan Zhengming looked gloomy, but he still forced a smile and patted his shoulder. "Good boy, your uncle naturally trusts you. Remember, you are not only the prince of Zhennan, but also the future ruler of Dali. Think twice before making any decision."

"Yu'er, save that."

"Okay, go see your father. I'll go see how the politics are going."

"Yes, uncle, take care."

After Duan Yu sent Duan Zhengming away, he returned to the door and pushed it open. The strong smell of medicine and blood mixed together and rushed into his nostrils, shattering the calmness on his face.

Hearing the coughing sound from the inner room, Duan Yu looked panicked, "Dad, are you okay?" He hurried in.

Then Duan Zhengchun was seen lying on the bed with a pale face, the quilt pulled back. A maid with a blushing face quickly stood up and said with her head lowered: "This servant greets the prince. This servant is cleaning up the filth for the Prince of Zhennan..."

"You go down first." Duan Yu felt that his worries were unnecessary, but he was a kind-hearted person and could not say anything harsh, so he had to let the maid go first.

Before leaving, the maid thoughtfully covered Duan Zhengchun with a quilt, her eyes full of affection, and she left quickly like a frightened deer.

A few small incidents dispelled Duan Yu's worries, but seeing Duan Zhengchun's arms empty, he still felt a heavy stone weighing on his heart, and tears welled up in his eyes:

"father!"

He knelt beside the couch, threw himself on it and cried, "My son has only just realized the importance of martial arts today. I only regret that it is too late. I wish I could go back to the time when my father encouraged me to study!"

Duan Zhengchun wanted to raise his hand to comfort Duan Yu, but his expression suddenly darkened. He forced a smile and said, "It's not too late, it's not too late. Since my son has made up his mind, it's never too late..."

(End of this chapter)